'I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers'.
(L M Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables)
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At last it feels like autumn is really here and just a week into the new month I've:
- drunk the first spiced latte of the season whilst admitting that I sometimes give a fake name to the barista ('Pumpkin spice latte for Eve'). I'd really like to be Araminta but they'd never spell it correctly here
- enjoyed a long solitary walk locally, passing a friend's horse (and hard to spot pony) grazing in his paddock next to the building site where the first of 900 houses (oh, joy) are in the process of being constructed
- noted the irony of 'Silence is golden' playing at full volume on the builders' radio
- kicked my way through the piles of leaves in the lane leading up to the church
- been greeted by Bob (no idea of his real name but with those dreadlocks what else could he be called?) in the field next to the church and parted and de-twigged his overgrown fringe
- finished a scary book which started well (happy family, missing 4 year old, mysterious figures appearing in photographs, whisperings and ghostly goings on in the family home) but which changed direction towards the end and degenerated into slasher horror
- baked bug eyed gingerbread men using this recipe which results in deliciously chewy rather than overly crunchy treats
- bought a chunk of cocoa dusted Yog Nog soap (it's made with soya yoghurt ) from Lush which smells of nutmeg and cloves and I just want to eat it. I won't. Probably. (By the way, that isn't a giant piece of soap in the picture, it's just a teeny weeny rubber ducky)
- settled down in front of the fire. This house isn't blessed with the real thing but even gas powered flames give a cosy feel
I love October, me.